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GOLDEN FRAGMENTS
"THOU CREATIVE SILENCE STRANGE!"
Hath the lily breathed to the root
What stars from it shall shoot?
What bloom life hath in its fragrant hour,
Hath the seed told the flower?
Hath the dark whispered to the sun
What heaven shall be when day is done?—
Thou Creative Silence strange,
Dumbly bear us, change through change!
What stars from it shall shoot?
What bloom life hath in its fragrant hour,
Hath the seed told the flower?
Hath the dark whispered to the sun
What heaven shall be when day is done?—
Thou Creative Silence strange,
Dumbly bear us, change through change!
THE EBB
Like echoing cliffs above my blood
My senses are; with passion roars
The ear, eyes darken,—life's abud!
But when love ebbs,—Atlantic shores
Sorrow not so when the sea's flood
Back on the sea's heart pours.
My senses are; with passion roars
The ear, eyes darken,—life's abud!
But when love ebbs,—Atlantic shores
Sorrow not so when the sea's flood
Back on the sea's heart pours.
THE CHEAT
When my tiny hands would hold
Sticks and straw, they turned to gold.
Sticks and straw, they turned to gold.
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